Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritius and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.